She jumps up then down.
Runs around the house twice then back.
My mind runs wild thinking,
About what has gotten into her.
Off and on the bed she runs.
Crinkling sounds of my homework papers under her paws.
Shes worse than your side chick.
She'll love then leave.
Always moving between people,
Trading one's love for another.
Then jumps again, from couches to beds, and run wild through the yard.
She stops and sniffs the ground sneezing the brown dirt.
She jumps again, and again.
Black and white paws pounce a little green caterpillar.
'Slurp' her pink tongue licks up the little green blob.
The happiness she must feel, eating the little creature as again she jumps.
The concern I feel for knowing, my puppy is unlike yours.
My little dog, with pink nails
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